as the thakuras appear you notice it's been a whole year wait for one some call "red white and blue" seamstress thought a red backdrop might make everyone want to get up and scream that provided the clue to the name it was plain to see when two tarked about ghee this one would be "urvasi" it's really been that long leis maker came late but using whole flowers she reduced the hours 'cause of the petals she didn't fold it didn't take long cycle babble and i are completely in tune as easy knee performs at twelve o'clock noon spinning our wheels on our way letting out a stress curing sigh seeing the gulls and racers fly sponge the sloth from our eye a tandem ridden by only one must be only half as much fun circling the trader's shop there is no time to stop treacherous triangle stealthily snuck through cycle babbles"whatever you've got to do" gotta be back before thakuras rise hammering the distance down to size respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa's domain keeping pace with those who train seeing the kusa grass urges one last blast leaves are the greeters today all calf feeders after sandhya they dress for rest "talking like a pirate" about loving seva and how to aquire it to be seen. in the sweet light of dawn while the mangal arati is going on removing our pain replacing it with gain the premes may make fun of you cause you don't bungle with their flair coming to a cup of hot stuff they take it all while you're content with "haribol jal" their clothes so creased they'll cut your hand their group chants more names than yours the thakuras there are jewel encrusted while your's are simply elegant there's worry if the offering is a little late while murk says love isn't always on time full rose leis so long the bells chime and emotion flows at the highest rate cycle babble and i spin away once more between the drops of rain hail haled blue sky from it's store some cyclists in ponchos some in plastic bags white caps down by the point wind is rippling the flags at the tennis park grey returns so cycle babble and i must also it's nearly four open up the thakura's door tall paul greets with a grin knowing that the sandy is soon to begin once upon a vyasa puja thakuras world round wore blue yellow and red pictures found synchronicity became this one's name mangla arati may never be the same